i feel like my brain has been deep fried. another intensely intense (but wonderful) women's studies class this morning, then in the evening i gave a presentation on that beaten up irish manuscript i was muttering about a while back.
am coping with end of semester stress in my own special way. today i wore an outfit with seven different colours in, plus fake fur and sequins, and got a big stack of comfort reading from the library. vis:
two penelope lively novels
_the rabbits_ in its canadian edition which has the text handwritten rather than printed (which, if i were in hyper-picturebook analysis mode i would find fascinating and meaningful, and is at the moment just kinda cool)
_feed_ by m.t. anderson. my child_lit elist habitually has "best opening line of a children's book" competitions, and _feed_ always wins, or ties with _charlotte's web_.
"We went to the moon to have fun, but the moon turned out to completely suck." (anderson)
"Where's Papa going with that axe?" (white)
it was snowing again thismorning! and had a lovely chat with gm (former supervisor) on the weekend re. whereabouts i should do my phd, which was inspiring. hope the baby gets better soon!
speaking of which, my knee is almost better. i can walk down stairs and swim normally and everything. it is entirely exciting. and spring will come. the trees have promised.
(have been listening to eric bibb and now feel an intense need to polish my shoes.)